The poetry of DS Maolalai

Modern art.

anyway
painting
is a game
of colour.
just the placing
of checkers;
black
against white
on black
against white.
everybody
looking at a canvas
and the stains
somebody placed there;
sometimes
not seeing anything
and sometimes
seeing something
after all.
like trying
to find words
on a dolphin
flipping
in surf. after all,
who says
we must look
for what the painter
intended?

 

 

 

Leaving your apartment

like smelling coffee
in a red
leather jacket
and stepping off a plane
to 5 o’clock
and the sun
somehow
still high.

or like coming
home
to a hot fire, this, like
breaking rocks
to find diamonds
or tipping over
heavy boxes
of fruit.

leaving your apartment
is the best thing
wherever you are,
putting on your sunglasses
as summer
on breaks winter
like an egg against the pan
and the wind comes in, light wind
with a smell
like corn
and faint
wisping
cigarette smoke
and the new croaking
of leaves.


DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press, and he has a second collection forthcoming from Turas Press in 2019. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize.

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